Oil on canvas
Futurist composition by Luca Brunozzi (Sept. 2013) charcoal and white chalk
Mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you
“I will not stand up for what I know is right”
— Luke 6:29 (ESV)
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
“I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride.”
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.”
You might not have experienced the shit that I did — but you loved hearing about it, didn’t you? You are afraid to be alive! You’re afraid to live! You’re a conformist! You’re a hypocrite! You’re a liar! I opened up to you and you judged me! You’re an asshole! You’re an asshole!